Former Guardian/Times journalist, now writing fiction full-time. Having fun playing with web3 publishing.

S410: DEEP
The crew pulled on the thick, wet rope that clung to the side of the trawler. “Anything?” “Nothing!” Four faces peered into the black rising swells that pitched the boat up in the air. “Keep pulling.” “But…” “Keep pulling.” The captain stalked from the deck and the hands watched as his face reappeared in the murky window that overlooked the deck of the ship. He shouted something they couldn’t hear at them. Without a word they turned themselves back to the rope. The three hands’ eyes met as th...

S410: BREATHE
Music plays. A calm, swell of chords that holds you steady. We begin. As you take a breath in, you close your eyes. You breathe out and your eyes want to open. Let them if it adds to your feeling of security. But as you breathe – in…out – you feel the need to open your eyes reduces. Your eyes are closed. Gradually, like the emergence of dawn, you start to become aware of the world inside your mind. It is a place of great beauty and a serene, epic grandeur. You are aware that you are sat comfo...

S410: THOUGHTS
All the ideas and thoughts that coalesced in my brain between 19:41 and 19:51 A cosy ninja. Furry slippers. Marshmallows on the points of his shuriken. The Smiths on a camping holiday. The 100 Acres Wood implies the existence of a 100 acres wouldn’t. I bet The Fonz really struggled to buy batteries. What size would you like Mr Fonzarelli? Aaaaaaaaaaay. Floating, floating, floating, floating, floating, then not floating Tesla superchargers, Tesla superduperchargers, Tesla supercalifragilistice...

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S410: DEEP
The crew pulled on the thick, wet rope that clung to the side of the trawler. “Anything?” “Nothing!” Four faces peered into the black rising swells that pitched the boat up in the air. “Keep pulling.” “But…” “Keep pulling.” The captain stalked from the deck and the hands watched as his face reappeared in the murky window that overlooked the deck of the ship. He shouted something they couldn’t hear at them. Without a word they turned themselves back to the rope. The three hands’ eyes met as th...

S410: BREATHE
Music plays. A calm, swell of chords that holds you steady. We begin. As you take a breath in, you close your eyes. You breathe out and your eyes want to open. Let them if it adds to your feeling of security. But as you breathe – in…out – you feel the need to open your eyes reduces. Your eyes are closed. Gradually, like the emergence of dawn, you start to become aware of the world inside your mind. It is a place of great beauty and a serene, epic grandeur. You are aware that you are sat comfo...

S410: THOUGHTS
All the ideas and thoughts that coalesced in my brain between 19:41 and 19:51 A cosy ninja. Furry slippers. Marshmallows on the points of his shuriken. The Smiths on a camping holiday. The 100 Acres Wood implies the existence of a 100 acres wouldn’t. I bet The Fonz really struggled to buy batteries. What size would you like Mr Fonzarelli? Aaaaaaaaaaay. Floating, floating, floating, floating, floating, then not floating Tesla superchargers, Tesla superduperchargers, Tesla supercalifragilistice...
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Sounds that are so good that they deserve to be a word:
Pollop – it’s nearly dollop, there’s already a pollock but pollop should be it’s own thing. It steers delightfully close to being simply plop but you need to hit that second “o” to make sure it’s not mistaken for polyp.
Kint – “k” is universally acknowledged as the funniest letter (thanks Krustie) but there are remarkably few words that start with, or even contain “k” (thanks Google). We need more and that’s what kint is for.
Blome – the joy of this word is that clearly the puerile will pronounce it “blow me”, but us adults will tut at them and know that the word is pronounced blowm. What does it mean? Who knows? But if you don’t like it, blome.
Prendergast – yes it’s a surname already and also possibly a place in Gloucester, but Prendergast has too much upper-class richness to not be used as an actual word. It could be the name of a type of glass, or a noun meaning the uncomfortable feeling when you’ve eaten too much swan.
Tutbut – our first rhyming word, but the third that plays on slightly puerile soundings – did that guy just say touch butt? No, he said tutbut – possibly someone who interrupts with unwanted parental advice. “I don’t mean to be a tutbut Gary, but you can’t use a hairdryer while you’re still in the bath.” “Don’t be such a tutbut Dad.”
Sounds that are so good that they deserve to be a word:
Pollop – it’s nearly dollop, there’s already a pollock but pollop should be it’s own thing. It steers delightfully close to being simply plop but you need to hit that second “o” to make sure it’s not mistaken for polyp.
Kint – “k” is universally acknowledged as the funniest letter (thanks Krustie) but there are remarkably few words that start with, or even contain “k” (thanks Google). We need more and that’s what kint is for.
Blome – the joy of this word is that clearly the puerile will pronounce it “blow me”, but us adults will tut at them and know that the word is pronounced blowm. What does it mean? Who knows? But if you don’t like it, blome.
Prendergast – yes it’s a surname already and also possibly a place in Gloucester, but Prendergast has too much upper-class richness to not be used as an actual word. It could be the name of a type of glass, or a noun meaning the uncomfortable feeling when you’ve eaten too much swan.
Tutbut – our first rhyming word, but the third that plays on slightly puerile soundings – did that guy just say touch butt? No, he said tutbut – possibly someone who interrupts with unwanted parental advice. “I don’t mean to be a tutbut Gary, but you can’t use a hairdryer while you’re still in the bath.” “Don’t be such a tutbut Dad.”
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